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Chapter 1 – Premonition

All of a sudden I am in a bar. The last thing I remember was going to sleep. I can't move my body. This could only mean that I am in someone else's body, as a visitor. It has to be someone of my family, because I only have this sort of premonition because of them. As a confirmation I look in the mirror and see the face of my Brother Stefan. He has blood all over his face.

'Oh my God. Stefan, what have you done this time?' He is a Ripper again. This explains the pain I felt before falling asleep. As his twin sister, we always shared a special bond. We could feel each other's pains and feelings, even from far away. During his walk around the bar, I take a look around. I could see countless bodies trained of their blood.

But Stefan isn't alone. On the stage a beautiful, blonde girl sings karaoke. It has to be Caroline. I have never met her, but Bonnie told me about her two best friends after she read me. She has to be the reason for Stefan's humanity loss, because I could feel his feelings towards her. The stage in the bar tells me, that they have to be at the Mystic Grill.

Ok, good. Now I know who and where, but not why? That's the important question. There has to be a reason why I see Stefan as a Ripper. When it happened the last time I only knew it, because I felt it, but I never saw it. So what is different this time? I try to make sense of this premonition, which is never easy. The last time I had one of those it was over a century ago and it was about mother. As a I thought about her. She walks through the door with Damon behind her.

I woke up with a start and have the word mother on my libs. I feel the cold sweat on my body. Ok. Now I get it. I have to prevent that from happening. Mother shouldn't be free. She was imprisoned for a reason. She is danger to everyone around her and she wasn't alone in her prison. The others are even more dangerous. I have to stop it from happening at all cost. Especially because of the immediate danger I am in, I helped to put her into prison.

But the question is why someone would free her? She is a Ripper, a heartless bitch, at least to her own children. But Damon and Stefan didn't know that. They didn't know that she is a vampire as well, because she left us and faked her own death. The only reason I could think of is that Damon needs her to bring Stefan's humanity back. Stefan was always mother's precious little boy. While on the other hand she only accepted Damon and hated me, because of my premonitions.

I had them before I became what I am now and that's not a vampire. Because I don't have the thirst, I can't compel someone; I don't have the speed or the strength. I only don't age and can heal. I am just immortal. Bonnie Bennet was the first witch, who could explain it to me. She told me, that the blood of my two vampire brothers, who turned me, where full of love that I only became immortal, because they couldn't bear the thought of their baby sister to be a cold blooded killer. Sounds interesting, but I don't understand it that well.

So I am immortal and I can heal, at least injuries of normal trauma. Every supernatural injury has to be threated carefully. I learned that the hard way, because for the last 50 years I lived the life as a supernatural huntress. I had some severe injuries, which almost cost my life, more than once. That brought me to the conclusion that I only could die from a supernatural cause.

But that is not important at the moment. I have to prevent my premonition from happening. I have to go home. The last time I was home was more than 100 years ago. I am a little bit afraid, about what's coming, but I don't have a choice. After my mother, I think I am the only other person, who could force Stefan's humanity back. So I have to try, he is my twin brother.

Movement against my body interrupts my thoughts. I take a look at him and curse. After almost a century of search I am happy with a man, who I love very much. Maybe the first one that I ever loved, but now I have to break his heart, after I worked so hard to get a place in there in the first place. Dean Winchester was and always will be a ladies man. So I was sure from the start that our relationship would not last. So I tried to live every moment of it. But I also thought that he would be the person to end it and not me.

He is so beautiful and peaceful at the moment, one of the nights without any nightmares. Good. With my fingers I stroke his hair and place a soft kiss on his cheek. I lost a tear. I never thought that losing him, would be that painful. I had lovers before, but as I said he was the first one I have ever loved with all my heart and now my family needs me, so I have to go. Oh I hate them sometimes.

But I have to get up. Carefully I push his arm from my chest. This isn't easy because of his death grip. This man is so overprotective of the people he cares about and I know he cares about me. I have seen the way he protected me for the last six months since we are together. In this time I never told him, what I am. He only knows about my premonitions. A girl needs her secrets and I also knew that as soon as he would know my secret that our relationship would be over, like it did now. Only one time, when I healed his brother Sam from his trail injuries, he suspected something, but it was quickly forgotten after Sam got better. My blood can also heal others like vampire blood.

As fast and as quickly as I can I pack my belongings into my duffel bag. Before I left the room I write a note and place it on the nightstand, where he can find it easily.

Dear Dean,

I had to go. My family needs me. I know it's hard, but please don't search for me. Even if I love you with all my heart, it is better this way. Live your life.

in Love, Izzy.

With one last look around the dark room I close the door carefully. As soon as the door is closed the tears start and I cry. Every fiber in my body tells me to turn around and run into the arms of the man I love. But my head tells me that I need to stop this from happening at all cost, even if it means the love of my life. Mother has to stay where she has been for last 100 years.

So I cross the parking lot of the motel and search the street for a car. Four streets away from the motel I found a nice Mustang. I love old cars, like Dean's car. I try to push the thoughts about him away and hotwire the car. It worked even with my trembling fingers and I start the engine. But before I drive away home, the tears have to stop. I have to focus

I look in the mirror and into my hazelnut brown eyes. My eyes are red from crying. I have to gather myself together "I am Izabelle Anna Salvatore and I can do this. I am a strong, independent woman and don't need a man to be happy. I have done it for a century and I can do it again." With this pep talk I wipe the tears away from my cheek and start driving.

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